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Ruby with a "boo" cut

Ruby with a "boo" cut
The turn in the weather has inspired spring cleaning season.  As an easy warm-up for the bigger chores, we thought it could start with a grooming session for Ruby, our little pomeranian, who was getting a little shaggy and seemed ready for a close trim to stay cooler in the warm days ahead.  On a Thursday morning where we were both able to be at home before work ramped up, Wendy and I decided to drop her for off for an express cut while we enjoyed a nice breakfast at the French bakery near the local PetSmart.

Ruby is a bit of a wiggler (as was written up in her last grooming session!), so we were not sure how this would turn out.  But she was a good girl once she lost sight of us from her one eye (some say it looks like she is always winking - you can decide...), and we came back an hour later to find a well-groomed and super-cute senior dog who looks more like a pup.  Add a little bow in the hair, and she was ready to prance and show off her new look.  It turns out we gave her the "boo" cut, named for another dog that had come into the shop looking for this sort of streamlined body shave framed by poofy tail & head; we said why not after seeing the sample pic and let her become our "boo".  So there you go, our little Ruby ready to once again stop the neighbors for attention to her cuddly appearance.
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